Eisen, of course, saw right through the act like Rory was on the wrong side of a two way mirror. A calm smile stayed in place for the time being, even though he was sort of aggravated that Rory was, once again, trying to keep his real feelings under wraps. One of the few people who could actually tell what the case really was, however, was Eisen. Unfortunately for Rory.
Smoothing a hand through his hair and watching as Rory made his way into the living room, Eisen headed to the kitchen and grabbed the leftover lasagna he’d dished out for he and Rory. “Go ahead, tell me how awesome I am,” he joked, though he was more or less sure that it was the farthest thing from his friend’s mind. “I totally read your mind this morning when you were thinking that you had a hankering for good lasagna…or I just had leftovers and knew you wouldn’t mind,” he half-smiled and grabbed his own plate, coming back to join Rory at the couch.
There was something about his friend’s demeanor that suggested one of three things: first was that he just didn’t want to be there. Second was the least likely, that he wasn’t interested in Eisen’s lasagna. Third, of course, was that there was something still troubling him…probably deeper than their fight. That seemed the likeliest, and Eisen was determined to get to the bottom of it. “What’s up, man? Looking kinda glum.”